"Dude, that is the biggest lie you've ever told me."
Jonathan felt his face flush. "I'm not lying!"
Argyle turned towards him slowly then tilted his head. "You expect me to believe that you, Jonathan Byers, are not ticklish?"
"Yes. And why'd you say it like that?" He asked, fidgeting in his chair.
"Both you and your little brother get all awkward when tickling is brought up." Argyle pointed out. "I'm surprised you were even able to say 'ticklish'."
Jonathan gasped at him. "I do not!" He scoffed, voice high-pitched and face red as pepperoni.
Speaking of which, Argyle was hungry. He'd ask about lunch later.
"You're awkward right now, dude!" He gestured to his friend's face. "There's no way you aren’t ticklish!" He enunciated the word with a poke to Jonathan's side.
"H-Hey!" The eldest Byers jumped, bumping his elbow against the passenger door. "Dude!"
Argyle grinned. "See! I was right!" He poked at Jonathan again.
"Hey, dohon't!" He smacked the attack away, but failed to protect himself from the second poke that went for his ribs.
The rain of pokes kept coming, Jonathan barely able to fend half of them off. He was giggling, his ears turning red, and plastering himself against the car door. Argyle kept chuckling along, dodging his feeble blocking in pursuit of laughter.
"Ohokahay! Ihi admihit it!" Jonathan pleaded, flinching hard at the pinch on his spine. "IhI'm tihicklish!"
"Wow, really?" Argyle gasped, focusing his pokes towards his friend's back. "It's totally not obvious."
"AHARGYLE!"
"Alright, I'll stop." He grinned, leaning back to give the poor man some space. "You ok, dude?"
"IhI'm fine." Jonathan huffed, slowly peeling himself off the door. "You didn't need to do that."
"Mmmm, I kinda did. Wanna go grab pizza for lunch?"
Jonathan blinked. "Where'd that come from?" Hr asked, turning on the car.
Argyle smirked at him. "Your face reminded me of pepperoni."
Jonathan's face flushed red as he started driving. "I hate you."
"Get back here!" Luz shouted, running down the hall in pursuit of her not-brother.
"No!" Hunter kept running from the human, his ears and face pink as cotton candy. "I'm not letting you catch me!"
"You tickled me first!"
"That's unrelated!"
"No it's not!"
Hunter dodged around the corner, his golden guard training kicking in. He slid and rolled to make the turn quicker and bolted away.
Luz didn't have such training, so she slammed into the wall. She filled the void with pure vengeance and bounced off it to sprint after her target.
Vee was sipping apple juice in the kitchen when the whirlwind of insanity blasted in. She choked as Hunter dragged her chair back and put it between him and Luz.
"What's going on?" Vee asked, watching in befuddlement as the two circled around her.
"I require vengeance!" Luz stated, smirking at the witch across from her.
"No, you don't!" Hunter retorted, smiling nervously.
Vee blinked, chugged her juice, and sighed. "I'm gonna go join the others outside, and you two better not destroy the house." She said, side-eyeing them as she dropped her cup in the sink and left the house.
The duo blinked at the door, frozen in place. Luz turned towards Hunter and poked his ribs. He yelped and leapt over the counter, sprinting out the door they had just come through.
"Get back here!" Luz shouted, continuing the chase.
Hunter slid around the corner, deciding to hug the wall at the last second. He panted heavily and waited. As her footsteps grew louder, he grinned.
If she was so intent on catching him, he'd just have to get her first.
Luz rounded the corner and shrieked in surprise as Hunter dug his hands into her sides. He quickly brought her to the ground where he focused his attacks onto her stomach.
"HUHUNTEHER!" She thrashed, trying in vain to pry his hands away from her skin. "NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!"
"All's fair in war, human!" He said triumphantly, pinching the skin under her navel.
She squealed and thrashed harder, her muscles growing weak. There was no way she'd lose to him twice!
With the last of her strength, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down next to her. He gasped, caught off balance, and hit the ground.
Knowing she only had a few seconds to strike, Luz grabbed his hand and blew a raspberry right onto his palm.
The poor boy shrieked and tried to flail away. Luz crawled forward and dug her fingers into his ribs before he could recover from her vicious attack.
"NAHAHO!" He cried, snapping his arms to his sides in a desperate attempt to halt her assault. She merely chuckled and squeezed one hand out to poke at his neck.
Squeaky giggles flew out of his mouth, his neck scrunching. That proved to be fruitless, as Luz simply switched her attack to the other side of her neck, making sure to flutter her nails across his ears for added torment.
He snorted at the feeling and rolled over, forcing her to remove her hand from his ribs. He tried to crawl away, face red as apple blood.
"Oho, no you don't!" Luz grabbed his hips, dragging him back while simultaneously squeezing that weak spot. "You should've ran while you had the chance!"
"IHIHI TRIHIED, DIHIDN'T IHI?" He retorted, curling up into a ball. "STAHAP!"
"Never!"
With tears in his eyes, he blindly grabbed at her. He was rewarded with a snort as his hand landed on her knee. She giggled as he continued to curl his fingers on the sensitive skin.
"Yohou cahan't wihin!" She huffed, moving her hands up his sides.
"IHI WILL!" He cackled, flipping around suddenly and digging his fingers back into her stomach. Luz screamed and leaned forward, retaliating by shooting her hands under his arms.
Vee came back inside to gather some snacks for the friends outside. She rolled her eyes as she heard her not-siblings cackling in the hallway. She sighed and muttered to herself, exiting the house again with a bag of pretzels.
"What?" She snapped, looking up from her computer.
Percy smirked and held up a crudely drawn photo of Hera with a cow head labeled 'the queen'.
Annabeth chuckled and rolled her eyes. "We're supposed to be working on college applications, Percy."
He frowned. "But we've been doing that for hours! Can't we take a break?"
"No. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we will finish." She replied, focusing back on her computer.
He sighed, slumping into his chair. He shoved a few blueberries -courtesy of the wonderful mother of demigods, Sally Jackson- in his mouth and tried to focus. He tapped his foot and squinted at the screen, chewing the berries quite aggressively.
Annabeth glanced at him as he exhaled loudly and adjusted his posture. "Fine, you can take a break." She relented, typing away.
"But I want us both to have a break!" He muttered, closing his laptop. "When do you think you'll be done?" He asked a little louder.
"Soon." Was the only answer he got. He sighed and flopped onto his bed, ready to wait.
After five minutes, he decided he wasn't ready to wait that long.
He stood up and inspected his girlfriend. She was slouched slightly, her foot tapping in a steady rhythm. Her gray eyes were dark as she stared at her screen. The tapping of the keyboard seemed to be the only thing she could hear.
Percy slowly moved to stand behind her. Despite her demigod training, she didn't notice him peek over her shoulder.
Her cursor was speeding across the Word document way too quickly. He tried to follow, but the words were too big and his brain was already fried from working on his own essay.
He pinched his nose. How to interrupt a child of Athena from sharing their knowledge? From his experience, there were only three ways to accomplish that with minimal casualties.
First, a monster attack, which Percy himself didn't want to deal with. Second was something he didn't feel like doing right now. The last thing was…
Percy smiled from ear to ear and crept a few inches closer, his hands slowly moved towards Annabeth. He paused a moment, making sure she truly was lost to the computer, before latching his hands onto her sides.
She gasped and froze. Percy could see her reflection on her screen. Her eyes were wide.
"Percy…" she said, like talking slowly would save her from her fate. "Don't. You. Dare."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said as deadpan as he could manage. "I'm just watching you work. So keep going."
She hesitated, glancing up at his face through the reflection. He assumed he did well at keeping a straight face, cause she looked back at her document.
He let her type approximately ten words before he slowly curled his fingers. She froze again. A shuddering breath exited her lungs and she arched away.
"Percy." She said, a little more sternly.
"What? Why'd you stop?" He blinked innocently, uncurling his fingers just as slowly.
"Percy!" She yelped, finally twisting away. She turned in her chair to face him. There was quite a fearsome scowl on her face. "Stop it!"
He tilted his head. "Stop what?"
"Tickling me!" She replied, her face going a slight shade of pink.
Percy let his grin show. "Well, I wasn't tickling you before, but I can now!"
He turned her chair, making her yelp again. She tried to stand up, but Percy caught her in a hug. He pulled her close, squishing her face into his chest, and dug his fingers into her sides.
Her knees buckled instantly. "PEHERCIHIUS JAHACKSOHON!" She shrieked as he followed her down. His grin widened and he carefully put her down on her back before continuing his attack.
"That is indeed my full name." He said as she failed to escape from underneath him. "Any other mind blowing information you'd like to share?"
Evidently, she only had a few Greek curses to say. Or were they curses? It was hard to tell with the hysterical laughter in the way.
He paused, letting her catch her breath. "Are you gonna stop working and take a break?"
She glared at him. "No, we haHAHA! PEHERCY!" He dug his fingers back into her sides, his thumbs wiggling against her bottom ribs.
"Just take a break!"
"NAHAHO!"
"Don't make me do it, Wise Girl!"
"DOHOHOHON'T YOUHO DAHARE!"
"Agree to take a break, and I won't."
"WEHE GOHOTTA FIHINISH-"
Percy ducked his head and blew a raspberry against her side. She screamed and tried to push his head away to no avail. The Son of Poseidon would not be refused.
"FIHIHINE!" She relented, her laughter starting to go silent.
Percy stopped and helped her sit up. He patted her back as she caught her breath.
"Youhou suhuck." She stated, glaring at him. It would be scary, except for the fact that her face was red and she couldn't stop smiling.
"I know." Percy replied, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. "But you love me anyway."
She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. "I guess I do."
"You wanna go downstairs for water?" Percy asked after a short pause. "And to tell my mom that I didn't murder you."
Annabeth nodded. She stood up and Percy followed suit. When they got to the door, she put her hand on his chest.
"Oh, and Percy?" He gulped at the look in her eyes. "When we get back up here, we are going to work on the essays. Or else."
Nancy flinched as Robin shouted and jumped. The woman on the screen screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and attacked her.
"I thought you watched movies for a living?" Nancy teased, curling back into her girlfriend's side.
"I do, but I usually avoid horror." Robin wrapped her arm around her shoulders, staring intently at the television. "Hits a little too close to home."
"Fair."
"Besides, you jumped too."
Nancy's jaw dropped dramatically as she looked up. There was a faint smirk on the younger girl's face.
"I only jumped because you did!" She retorted, poking her side. Robin flinched and glanced at her.
"I thought we agreed no… poking during the movie." She muttered, blushing slightly.
"Fine, fine." Nancy held her arms up in surrender. "No poking."
The couple fell into silence, enraptured by the main character finding the body. Nancy leaned her head against Robin's shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Robin pulled her closer in response.
Eventually, they came upon a scene that included the main character creeping through a dark building. Robin was ridged, her eyes wide as the music slowly crept faster. Nancy glanced up at her and had an evil idea that brought a devilish grin to her face.
She leaned back, trapping Robin's arm against the couch, and grabbed her other hand. Robin squeezed it in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.
Nancy cuddled closer, turning her head to rest her chin on Robin's shoulder. Then she waited.
Soon enough, the music in the movie died down, dropping the scene into silence. Robin inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation. Nancy held her breath too, but for quite a different reason. Just as the killer burst forth, Nancy lunged up and blew a deadly raspberry right into the crook of Robin's neck.
The scream the main character let out was muffled by the shriek Robin let loose. She cackled and twisted away, dragging Nancy down with her as she slipped off the couch.
"Nancy!" She whined over her girlfriend's laughter. "We agreed on no poking!"
"Thahat wahasn't a pohoke though!" Nancy defended.
"You know what I meant!" Robin shoved her girlfriend off her, blushing madly. "Now we're gonna have to rewind the movie.
Nancy glanced at the screen, then back down to her girlfriend on the floor. She smirked and paused the movie.
"We can finish it later." She decided. "I found a better activity."
Robin's eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, but Nancy pushed her back down and dug her fingers into her ribs. Robin burst into cackles and shut her eyes tight so as to not see her girlfriend's smirk.
"You know, I think I need to remind you of the difference between 'tickle' and 'poke'." Nancy mused, moving her fingers upwards. "Luckily, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."
Here is the voted fic! Thank you all for your patience!
This took quite a while for I am dealing with writer's block, much like how Wednsday is in here.
I do hope you enjoy this ticklish!Wednesday fic (featuring evil Thing)!
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Attitude Fixing
Wednesday has writer's block and Thing is determined to make her admit why.
Wednesday was thankful for the break. She was.
Enid had decided, for the first time all semester, to have a sleepover with some of her other friends. She had moved over there as soon as their last class had ended. Wednesday had begrudgingly let the werewolf hug her goodbye.
She didn't care for the hug, nor that Enid wasn't there to interrupt her writing time. She wasn't fazed that Enid was gone instead of sending giggly texts on her side of the room. Neither was she concerned that Enid's insecent tickle attacks had stopped, letting her write in peace
And she definitely wasn't hitting a massive writer's block, rendering her unable to continue Viper's story.
Growling, she ripped the very nearly blank page from the typewriter, balled it up, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell on top of the ever growing pile of crumpled paper.
She leaned her head against the desk and sighed. Writer's block wasn't unfamiliar to her. It was always a pain, but she'd always been able to work through it.
But this time… she just couldn't get her brain to work. She'd try to write, and the sentence would look wrong. Or the wording was wrong. Or it was just… wrong.
The feeling was infuriating.
A familiar scuttling made her raise her head. Thing climbed up the table and stood in front of her, looking between the typewriter and her.
What's wrong? He asked.
"There is nothing wrong." Wednesday huffed. "Just running into a small wall."
He looked at the pile of paper, then back to her. He tilted slightly. Small?
"Yes, small."
This hasn't happened all semester.
"Are you insinuating something?" Wednesday stood, glaring at him.
Unfazed, he continued to tap away. The only change is that Enid isn't here. Do you think-
Wednesday slammed her hand onto the desk. "I do not need her around to write! How dare you assume that!"
It's the only reason-
"You seem to have forgotten, but I need silence to write." Wednesday growled, turning her back on him. "Enid has nothing to do with this block."
She does! You have gotten used to her talking on the phone-
"Haven't!"
Scrolling through tiktoks without earphones-
"That habit is annoying and I do not enjoy it."
Even the many times she's tried to tickle you while you write-
"Thing!" Wednesday whipped around, her teeth clenched and a small dust of color on her cheeks. "I advise you to drop these falsehoods before I lock you in a drawer for the rest of the night."
Thing looked back at her dark eyes defiantly. If they are falsehoods, then why are you so worked up?
"I am not!" Wednesday crossed her arms, facing off against the offending appendage.
The two glared at each other, both too stubborn to back down. Thing continued to stare as he slowly tapped out a single sentence.
I don't like your attitude, Addams.
Wednesday's eyes widened and she took a single step back. "Don't. You. Dare."
I won't, if you admit that you miss Enid during your writing time.
Wednesday looked at the hand. She shifted in her stance, but didn't say anything.
Thing waited patiently, well aware that she would never admit such a thing to anyone.
Not unless someone made her.
Much to her denial, Wednesday shrieked as Thing jumped off the table and ran at her. She bolted, kicking the pile of paper into his way.
The distraction barely slowed him down as he chased the girl round the room. It took no time for her to be cornered in front of her bed. Thing stopped in front of her, eerily frozen.
"Thing, no!" She said slowly, her eyes searching desperately for a way out.
Admit it. He ordered, creeping forward slowly.
Her face hardened, the panic slipping away as she found a small string of confidence. "No. I will not admit something that is not true."
If hands could sigh, Thing probably did. Your choice.
He skittered forward, climbing up her leg in seconds. Her small dose of confidence slipped away as he paused to squeeze her knee.
"Thing!" She grunted, kicking her leg as tiny shocks ran up it. "Let go!" She reached down to pull him off, but, much to her horror, he latched onto her arm instead.
A weird mix of a yelp and a squeak left her mouth as he gently scratched at her forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek as a smile forced itself on her face.
She shook her arm and stepped back, hoping to throw him off. The only problem, there was nowhere to back away.
She yelped in shock as her legs hit the bed. Thing held on as she fell back, flailing only a small bit.
As soon as he recovered, Thing crawled up her arm and poked at her neck. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She reached up to push him away, but that's what he was counting on.
Immediately after she batted at him, he bolted down to her exposed ribs and squeezed. She jolted and definitely didn't snort.
"Thing, stop!" She spluttered, turning onto her side and trying to pull him away. She could feel the laughter travel up her throat and she closed her eyes.
Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he found that spot.
Wednesday instantly burst into laughter as he pinched at the back of her ribs. She rolled over, almost squishing him.
"Thihihing!" She arched her back as he spread his fingers to scratch at her entire side. "Plehehease!"
He didn't reply, completely occupied with pulling the awkward laughter from her lungs. She thrashed on the bed, messing up her normally perfect bedsheets.
But, despite the chaotic reaction, she was able to restrain some of her laughter. Sure, she was laughing, but it wasn't her laugh.
That just wouldn't do.
Thing paused and she gasped for breath. She fell still, her limbs heavy as lead. She was about to sit up when Thing crawled under her shirt.
She froze, her breath hitching. "Thing, dohoHOHON'T!"
There it was.
She cackled and curled into herself as he scribbled against her bare stomach and sides. Under normal circumstances, she would've easily caught him, but with the laughter Draining the energy out of her body, she could barely move as it was.
"IHI WIHIHILL RIHIP OFF YOHOUR FINGERS!" She shrieked, clawing at her shirt.
If you have energy to threaten my life. Thing signed, making sure to keep his touch light so as to keep tormenting the young Addams. Then you have energy to be tickled.
Whatever insults or curses she planned to say died on her lips as he scratched at the back of her ribs again. She lurched then fell limp, her brain short circuiting by the overwhelming feeling. She only had enough brain cells to cover her face with her arm, her laughter muffling only slightly.
Thing stopped as soon as her laughter turned into wheezing. He carefully dragged himself over to sit next to her blocked face. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to look at him.
It only took her a few moments to recover before she put her arm down and turned to glare at the awful appendage. It would've been her scariest look yet, if it weren't for the slight color on her cheeks and the slight upturn of her lips.
Admit. It. Thing tapped out, standing his ground.
"No." She sneered, her voice hoarse.
He fluttered his fingers against her neck. She cringed away immediately. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to crawl back towards her ribs.
"Fine, I yield!" She yelped, quickly covering her abdomen. "I'll admit it, you loathsome beast!"
He stopped and waited. She sighed and carefully sat up, her head spinning only a little bit.
"I may or may not…" She hesitated, glancing at Thing. "Miss Enid… a little bit."
And? He signed, obviously smug in his win.
She swallowed her pride, glaring at the floor. "And I need her infernal racket in order to write."
Aaaand?
She whipped around. "There is nothing else, you blasted child of a deformed goat!"
Is there, though? He tapped out, creeping closer. You just have to admit that you enjoy it when she tick-
Wednesday lunged. Thing hopped back, barely dodging her grasp. He seemed to realize that his immunity had run out as she lunged at him again.
He leapt off the bed and ran for Enid's plushie pile. Wednesday was quick to follow.
"Get back here!" She growled, sliding in his way.
She tried to grab him, but he skittered past and dove into the plushies. She huffed and went after him.
"You can't get away from me, Thing!" She tossed a small elephant behind her. "We Addams are relentless!"
Thing dodged her hands and tossed a pink cat into her face. She shook her head and crushed him with a soft panda. He wriggled out and tossed another cat at her.
Both of them froze as the door to the dorm creaked open. Wednesday scrambled stand up and turned around, ready to curse whoever thought it was a great idea to enter her room unannounced.
Enid stood there, her eyes wide as saucers. Her jaw was dropped as she took in the state of their shared room.
There was crumpled up paper all over the floor along with many of her plushies. Her roommate's usually neat bed was fussed up, the blanket hanging halfway off and one of the pillows laying on the floor. Wednesday's desk chair was knocked over on the floor.
As for Wednesday herself, she stood in front of the ruined pile of plushies, a poodle gripped in her hand. Her shirt was untucked and her hair was slightly undone. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were red as her glare morphed into shock.
Thing slowly crawled out of the pile and darted across the floor and out the window, closing it behind him. Neither girl reacted to this as they stared at each other.
"I forgot my nail polish…" Enid whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. "What in the world happened here?"
Wednesday opened her mouth, looked at the chaos, and closed it again. She dropped the poodle and brushed off her skirt, trying to retain some shred of dignity.
"Thing and I had a… disagreement." She answered, folding her arms.
"Oh, no no." Enid scoffed, shaking her head. "I've seen you two have many disagreements. This was something completely different!"
"We had a heated argument?" Wednesday mended, watching as the werewolf grabbed the nail polish from her night table.
"What kind of 'argument' would make you look like… that?" Enid gestured to her roommate's attire. "You're usually so put together."
Thing tapped at the window, drawing both girls' attention. I tickled her cause she was being rude. He signed, quickly skittering away as soon as he finished his statement.
"He, what!?" Enid gasped, turning to her roomate. "I thought you were 'strong against such playful attacks'?" She quoted, grinning.
Wednesday's face flushed a slight bit more. "Yes, well, he has known me for quite some time, ergo he knows my weaknesses." She spoke in a rush, grabbing Enid's wrist. "Now why don't you-" She dragged her roommate to the door and opened it. "-return to your sleepover and forget any of this ever happened."
"Now, hold on-" Enid yelped as she was shoved out the door. "My plushies-"
"I will clean up our room." Wednesday interrupted. "Now, do not speak to any of your friends about this or I will tickle you all night long. Goodbye. Enid."
The door closed, leaving Enid flabbergasted and slightly flustered on the other side. She debated going back in, but decided against it.
She would tickle Wednesday eventually. Just not tonight.
First, she'd need to somehow convince Thing to reveal Wednesday's secrets…
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Technically, this fic is based right before An Artists Question. Weird, huh?
Anyway, I do hope you guys enjoy this and I will try to free myself from the throes of writer's block to create more content!
Have a fabulous day/night and pray for Thing. He is probably going to need it...
Thirty…" Luz said, her hands over her eyes. As soon as she started counting, everyone scattered to find a hiding spot.
"Willow!" Gus whispered, gesturing wildly. "I need your help!"
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He ran down the hallway, Willow's footsteps close behind. They ran down to the basement, closing the door as quietly as possible.
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"What do you need help with?" Willow asked, speaking quietly. Gus grinned and simply pointed at a high shelf on the wall.
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"Really?" She sighed as he nodded. "Fine, but I better have time to hide too."
"You will!" He said cheerfully, approaching the wall.
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Willow rolled her eyes and stood behind him. He lifted his arms dramatically.
"Raise me to the heavens!" He announced, making his friend giggle.
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"Ready?" She asked, putting her hands on his sides. He flinched slightly and nodded. In an easy motion, she lifted him into the air.
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He stiffened so suddenly that she almost dropped him. She quickly set him back down to adjust her grip.
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"Hey!" She whispered. "I don't wanna give you another concussion!"
"Sorry!" He whispered back. "I wasn't ready for it to tickle so much! Just try again."
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"Are you sure? Cause you can't squirm." He nodded so she grabbed him again. Once again, he was lifted off the ground
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He flinched and grabbed onto her hands. He bit his lip and tried to keep himself from moving too much. Willow rolled her eyes with a grin.
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"You're too ticklish for this." She stated, standing on her tiptoes. "Reach for the shelf!"
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He raised his hand, shifting slightly in his attempt to reach it. Willow slid her hand down to his hip to support him.
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He snorted and clasped onto her hand, bending to the left and offsetting her balance. She squeaked and stumbled, squeezing him a few times by accident.
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"Hehey!" He giggled, starting to squirm. "Dihid you do thahat on purpose!"
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"No I didn't!" She finally steadied herself. "Reach for the shelf again! And stop squirming!"
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"I cahan't!" He spluttered, shaking his head. "Stohop holding my hip!"
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"If I do that, I'll drop you!" She retorted. "Just try! We're running out of time!"
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He slowly raised his arm, his body shaking in somewhat withheld laughter. He swiped for the ledge, only to fall short.
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Willow stumbled as their weight shifted again. She held on tighter, making Gus bring his arms back down as he laughed harder.
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"Why couldn't you reach it?" She whispered, slightly louder to speak over his laughter.
Xavier knew he was screwed as soon as she let herself in. Actually, he knew when he saw her sitting grumpily at lunch.
"Bad day?" He asked, eyeing her warily.
"Yes." Wednesday replied curtly, gathering up some of his paint and preparing a canvas.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." The reply made him freeze for only a moment. He cleared his throat and watched, to his horror, as she set up her space directly next to his.
They painted in silence. To anyone else, it would seem like a nice scene. Just two friends, comfortable in each other's presence without need to speak.
For poor Xavier though, it was anything but comfortable.
His movements were stiff and his face was slightly pink. Every few seconds, his eyes were drawn in her direction. His nerves were buzzing as he waited for her inevitable attack.
During one of his passing glances, Wednesday looked at him slyly. He inhaled sharply, watching her closely. She deliberately reached for a thicker brush and wiggled her fingers before picking it up.
Xavier's eyes widened and he turned away immediately. What was he painting again? It was so hard to focus with her right there.
"Hm…" the evil Addams hummed, tilting her head. "Maybe…"
Her hand shot towards the boy, fingers formed into claws. He yelped and dropped his brush. His arms went down to defend and he closed his eyes, preparing for…
… nothing?
He carefully opened one eye, then his jaw dropped, offended.
She stood there, head cocked in confusion. Evidently, she was just being a little menace, for she had stolen his magenta paint.
"Hey!" He huffed, relaxing only a tiny bit. "I was using that!"
"No you weren't." She said, looking back at her own canvas. "You were too busy waiting for me to tickle you."
He spluttered, his face going scarlet. "Wha- no! I wasn't- why-"
She held a hand up and slowly turned to face him again. She hummed thoughtfully, her eyes going from her canvas to his face, then back to whatever masterpiece she was creating. Xavier peaked at it and saw that it was covered in a light, redish color.
"I've been having trouble with my background." She said, slowly putting her brush down. "I just can't seem to get the right shade of red."
Xavier looked like a deer in headlights. His own eyes tracked between her and her canvas. A shiver ran down his spine as she cracked her knuckles and stepped towards him. He, obviously, stepped back.
"I think," she said, a smirk growing on her lips, "if I can make you blush only a little more, your face will be the perfect reference…"
First request, accomplished! Hopefully, the others will be coming soon :)
Thank you anon for the ask! I hope you like it!
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Original Request: I saw that your requests are now open. If you're still writing for amphibia, could you do a switch!marcy switch!sasha and switch!anne please.
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Flowers and Giggles
While searching for flowers, mischief is found.
“Why are we out here again?” Sasha grumbled, smacking a branch away from her face.
Marcy mumbled under her breath, searching the undergrowth. Sasha rolled her eyes, aware that she hadn't heard her.
“We're out here because Marcy wanted our help collecting rare flowers.” Anne whispered, nudging Sasha's arm. “She wants samples before we leave Amphibia tomorrow!”
Sasha sighed. “There's no guarantee that the King will be able-”
“AHA!” Marcy sprinted away, stumbling in front of a beautiful yellow flower.
“Jesus Christ…” Sasha muttered, clutching her chest. “What the heck, Marcy?”
Anne chuckled and crouched down next to her friend. “It's really pretty, Mar-Mar!”
Marcy nodded vigorously, squealing happily. Sasha sighed, smiling in amusement, and sat on Marcy's other side.
“It's… yellow.” Sasha said, chuckling.
“Great observation.” Anne said, rolling her eyes with a grin. She reaches around Marcy to shove the blonde.
“Hey!” Sasha scoffed, shoving the brunette in turn. The two get into a wrestling match behind Marcy.
“Guys, cut it out!” Marcy sighed, continuing to study the plant. She writes notes in her journal, grumbling when one of her friends bumps into her.
She winced when a shriek sounded behind her, but didn't even get up. “Really guys?”
“IhI'MM DYHYING!” Anne screamed, writhing in the ground, trapped in Sasha's bear hug.
“No you're not.” Sasha teased, digging her fingers into Anne's sides. “Don't be dramatic!”
Marcy rolled her eyes as Anne snorted at the fingers that krept up her ribs. The brunette leaned back, knocking Sasha off balance. The two tussled in the grass, trading pokes and squeezes.
“Gihive uhup!” Anne giggled, jolting as Sasha digs her fingers into her hips. “NAHAHA!”
“YOHOU FIHIRST!” Sasha retorted, cackling as Anne targeted her armpits.
Marcy sighed, unable to keep the smile off her face. She kept writing notes as the duo squirmed behind her. Her careful handwriting was skewed as a foot hit her arm.
“Who did that?” She huffed, turning around. The duo didn't answer, caught up in their battle. “Fine!” The smallest girl scowled, grabbing Anne by the ankle. “How dare you!”
“MAHAHARCY!” Anne shrieked as the girl targeted her knees. “IHIT WAHAHSN'T ME!”
“Yeah, Marce!” Sasha whooped, skittering her nails down Anne's back. “Nice sneak attack!”
“IHI'LL SHOW YOHOU A SNEAK ATTACK!” Anne lunged at Sasha, digging her fingers into her ribs. The blonde immediately collapsed in hysterics.
Marcy giggled and crawled over, fluttering her nails against Sasha's neck, making her squeal. Sasha flailed, cackling in the foliage. She rolled away, evading Anne's hands for a moment.
Twas all the time she needed. She pounced on both her friends, targeting Anne's hip and Marcy's stomach.
Marcy squealed and melted, her muscles turning to jelly. Anne shrieks and jumps away, giggling madly. She shakes her head and looks back at her friends, smiling fondly.
“SAHAHASHA!” Marcy squealed as ten fingers dug into her stomach, making her squirm. “PLEHEASE!”
“Please what, Mar-Mar?” Sasha asked, chuckling. “Please let Anne tickle you too?” She looked up, eyes locking with Anne's.
Anne grinned and crawled over, wiggling her fingers under Marcy's arms. “I will gladly assist with murdering our friend!”
Marcy wheezed, her face red as a cherry as her friends cooed at her. “WHYHY MEHE?”
“Because you're adorable, Mar-Mar!” Sasha said, playing her belly like a piano.
Anne nodded, giggling as Marcy's nose scrunched. “Besides, it's not like you hate it!”
Marcy's face reddened more. “SHUHUHUSH!” She whined, shaking her head.
“Mmmno.” Anne giggled, scratching at her friend's ribs. “Nobody will be shushing today!”
She was correct, and the trio didn't return till the sun had set.
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I hope you enjoyed! Next up: Hunter and Willow from the Owl House!
Have a grandiose day/night and don't forget to go on a walk and stretch your legs!
